Summary

Crowley has a revelation in the shower. Not the world-ending sort or the getting-laid sort, but one of the far less fun sorts. The sort that leads you to realize that something has somehow gone very wrong. Most likely, anyway. Maybe.

Heaven, why him?

OR:

Someone decides that the only way to deal with two annoying troublemakers is to stash them somewhere out of the way, possibly to be conveniently forgotten. Crowley and Aziraphale, however, are not exactly the forgettable types.